How are you able to survive the life you have been given
When your heart hangs from a string.
Tangled around your feet you stumble.
But you seem so very humble.
What has caused the passion for the pain around you?
Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky.
Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate
the hanging arteries in your chest.
This is where you heart lie,
And here is the piece of you I find.